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I'm a multi-generation Texan (we go back to before it was even a state). I'm in my late 30s, so I don't much remember the 50+ years of Dem rule in my state.
I haven't had a lot of reasons to feel hopeful in the last eight years or so.
But just today, I woke up feeling really sure about things--I can see a better future for this poor country, under the leadership of better, more capable, more morally strong people, not just people who talk one game and play another.
During the last Dem convention, my daughter was nine. When Obama spoke, neither of us had any idea who he was, but I got goose bumps and a big cry ball in my throat, and my daughter jumped up and said "HE'S the next president!" with a ton of excitement. I swear to God her index finger was pointing in the air when she declared it.
I said, "whoa, slow down, I don't even know who this guy is, besides Kerry's the next president."
Out of the mouths of babes, huh?
She was so excited about the state roll call but she was nine after all, and she fell asleep on the living room floor in the middle of it. I carried her to bed, but she woke up slurring about Kansas and Connecticut.
This time, she's 13. We're planning on watching every minute of it that we can together. And this time, that guy she got so excited about that she jumped off the couch and declared him the next president will be accepting the party's nomination. I think instead of just goose bumps and a cry ball in the throat, there's going to be real tears.
And smiles.
And hope.
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